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New Beginnings

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Piet-my-vrou (Red Chested Cuckoo)

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New Beginnings

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I awoke to a rain-washed day

With smells of new mown hay,

A clear crisp bite in the air:

The best time of the year.

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Winter’s becoming a memory

While summer waits in the wings

With promises of pleasures sensory

Suspended till the Piet-my-vrou* sings.

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*Etymology

From Afrikaans piet-my-vrou, literally ‘Peter my wife’, supposed
representation of the bird’s call.

http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/piet-my-vrou

Image: Red-chested
Cuckoo
Cuculus solitarius Piet-my-vrou

http://www.stellenboschwriters.com/jillsbirds.html

©DGA 6 November 2011 07:58

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Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people!

30 thoughts on “New Beginnings

  1. Exact opposite weather here…but, then it always changes.
    Bless You
    paul

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  2. Thank you Denise, lovely words and I do like your Cuckoo with the red chest

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  3. “Promises of pleasures” is there in each new day if we have an open heart.

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  4. It’s almost like athelets in their blocks at a 100 meter race, waiting for the gun to go off.

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  5. Hi Adee…wish Cape Town would wake up and get the summer feeling.
    Mind you….today is lovely…am heading for the beach just now.

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  6. Great Denise. Of course Spring is a season of great anticipation.
    I was not aware of that variety of cuckoo.
    Thanks for the vision of spring.

    John

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  7. i agree each day being a new promise…nice capture adee…so much anticipation of new life in spring…

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  8. Beautiful capture of the ebb and flow of seasons. 😀

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  9. I remember days like that 🙂

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  10. Love it, nice flow, nice sentiment, and jealousy invoking. “Peter my Wife”?

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  11. This post holds a lot of promise and a totally different view of anticipation from your previous one. Love it! Interesting how people interpret bird-call, isn’t it? Where I grew up we had a meadowlark that spoke of coming rain (though not in English). 😉

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  12. Spring feels warm with this blast from you today, Denise. Thank you. And, I love the bird.

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  13. Wonderful!

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  14. Have to remember seasons opposite northern hemisphere but the thoughts are above and not dependent upon season.

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  15. The sounds, smells and sights of Africa – lovely, Adee – had to hop over and listen to the piet-my-vrou for a bit of nostalgia 🙂 Thanks

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